Lyrics
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I
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like
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to
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see
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everything
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in
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neon
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Drink
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lime
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green,
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stay
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up
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'til
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dawn
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Maybe
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the
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way
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that
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I'm
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living
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is
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killing
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me
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I
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like
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to
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light
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up
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the
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stage
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with
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a
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song
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Do
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shit
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to
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keep
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me
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turned
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on
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But
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one
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day
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I
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woke
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up
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like
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"Maybe
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I'll
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do
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it
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differently"
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So
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I
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moved
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to
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California,
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but
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it's
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just
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a
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state
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of
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Lyrics
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mind
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It
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turns
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out
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everywhere
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you
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go,
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you
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take
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yourself,
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that's
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not
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a
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lie
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Wish
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that
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you
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would
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hold
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me
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or
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just
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say
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that
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you
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were
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mine
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It's
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killing
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me
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slowly
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Dream
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a
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little
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dream
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of
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me
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Make
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me
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into
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something
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sweet
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Turn
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the
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radio
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on,
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dancing
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to
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a
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pop
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song
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Fuck
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it,
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I
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love
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you
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Fuck
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it,
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I
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love
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you
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Fuck
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it,
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Lyrics
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I
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love
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you
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I
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really
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do
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I
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used
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to
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shoot
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up
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my
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veins
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in
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neon
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And
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shit's
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even
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brighter;
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you're
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gone
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So
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many
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things
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I
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would
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say
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to
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you
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I
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want
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you
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You
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moved
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to
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California,
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but
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it's
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just
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a
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state
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of
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mind
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And
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you
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know
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everyone
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adores
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you
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You
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can't
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feel
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it
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and
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you're
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tired
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Baby,
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wish
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that
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you
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would
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hold
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me
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Lyrics
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or
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just
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say
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that
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you
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were
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mine
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Dream
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a
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little
|
dream
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of
|
me
|
Turns
|
this
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into
|
something
|
sweet
|
Turn
|
the
|
radio
|
on,
|
dancing
|
to
|
a
|
pop
|
song
|
Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you
|
Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you
|
Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you
|
I
|
really
|
do
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It
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turns
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out
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California's
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more
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than
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just
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a
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state
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of
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mind
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I
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met
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you
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on
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the
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boulevard,
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braids
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in
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my
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hair,
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you
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blew
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my
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mind
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And
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if
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I
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wasn't
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so
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fucked
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up,
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I
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think
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I'd
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fuck
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you
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all
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the
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time
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(I
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really
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do)
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It's
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killing
|
me
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slowly
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Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you
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(I
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moved
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to
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California,
|
but
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it's
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just
|
a
|
state
|
of
|
mind)
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Fuck
|
it,
|
I
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love
|
you
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(It
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turns
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out
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everything
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you
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go,
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you
|
take
|
yourself,
|
that's
|
not
|
a
|
lie)
|
|
Lyrics
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Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you
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(Wish
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that
|
you
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would
|
hold
|
me
|
or
|
just
|
say
|
that
|
you
|
were
|
mine)
|
I
|
really
|
do
|
(It's
|
killing
|
me
|
slowly)
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(Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you)
|
California
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dreamin',
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got
|
my
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money
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on
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my
|
mind
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(Fuck
|
it,
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I
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love
|
you)
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Jazz
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in
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my
|
veins,
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running
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out
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of
|
time
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(Fuck
|
it,
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I
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love
|
you)
|
California
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dreamin',
|
got
|
my
|
money
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on
|
my
|
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Lyrics
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mind
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(I
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really
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do)
|
Jazz
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in
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my
|
veins,
|
running
|
out
|
of
|
time
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(Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you)
|
California
|
dreamin',
|
got
|
my
|
money
|
on
|
my
|
mind
|
(Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you)
|
Jazz
|
in
|
my
|
veins,
|
running
|
out
|
of
|
time
|
(Fuck
|
it,
|
I
|
love
|
you)
|
California
|
dreamin',
|
got
|
my
|
money
|
on
|
my
|
mind
|
(I
|
really
|
do)
|
Jazz
|
in
|
my
|
veins,
|
running
|
out
|
of
|
time
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